Life Going Wild With Plug-ins

Training at night does not give people the time to relax and recuperate.Even though the whip wound had not healed, Guimao had no choice but to force him out of bed.Bingxu sat obediently on the bunk, Guimao dug out a set of dark blue clothes from the pile of unknown cabinets, dressed him, and half knelt on the ground to put on his boots.

Bingxu looked down at him intently, and swallowed.

"Can you stand up?" Guimao asked after putting on his boots, getting up and grabbing his hand.

Bingxu heard the words and got off the ground, seeing his expression as usual, Guimao let go of his hand and took a few steps back: "Can you move, does it hurt?"

Bingxu shook his head.

Gui Mao patted his shoulder and said: "I'll just ask, you can't help it if you hurt, just hold on."

Turning around and taking Bingxu to the trial field, I met a few colleagues on the road, and saw that the fool had changed his face and looked radiant, and they all joked: "Yo, it's like a different person, I can't see that you are so good at taking care of others."

"That's it." Guimao hooked Bingxu's shoulder very proudly, a little smugly.

The colleagues booed again: "Gui Mao is really a good wife and mother."

Gui Mao laughed and said, "It's really no different from raising a son."

The advantage of being stupid is that you can always listen to half of what others say that you like.Later, Ye Suan recalled the position of "good wife", but couldn't laugh no matter what.

Before the opening, no one could know the topic of the day, so there was no way to tell them. Before Guimao stuffed Bingxu in, he could only leave a sentence: "Try to survive, and I will wait for you outside."

Standing in the dark room, Bing Xu stared blankly at Gui Mao closing the stone door, blocking all traceable sounds.

When Gui Mao walked away, he seemed to hear someone scratching the stone door.

He knew in his heart that it was not today or tomorrow, and if he survived this year, he might not survive next year. It would be a matter of time before Bingxu died in the night walk.But life and death are ordinary, no matter how pity he is for Bingxu, who will pity himself.

Today's lesson is to fight a bear.

Straightforward and brutal power-based battles have never been Guimao's forte.Bears and tigers are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and Guimao's light and delicate hidden weapon and short blade can't do anything about it. Even if poison is used, the amount of inferior poison that can kill a person cannot frustrate the black bear.When I tried this for the first time, I really suffered a lot.Later, I gradually figured out a relaxed and rogue style of play, first shoot the blind black bear's eyes, hide it by myself, add some hidden weapons to its fragile organs from time to time, wait until the black bear hits the wall madly and almost has no strength to toss, and then go Finish with a knife.

Shooting blind eyes is easy to say, but in a dark room where there is no skylight, excellent night vision and aim are needed.This style of play, only Guimao can play like this during the same period.

Easy to easy, but time-consuming is the longest.The darkroom is small, and it is not easy to avoid the raging beasts.Therefore, in this proving ground, Guimao has never been able to come out on top.

To cope with this boring dodging time, Guimao made a gadget, a few daggers with tough steel wires hidden inside.Insert it into the stone wall and lock it in place. With the help of steel wires, you can even hang it on a corner of the roof to sleep.

Guimao stabbed the black bear blind as usual, and the hidden weapon naturally carried inferior poison that was better than nothing. He hung in the corner of the wall and squinted his eyes amidst the deafening roar, and woke up to hear someone knocking on the stone door again.

The black bear was lying on the ground panting, Guimao stepped forward to make a mend, and the black bear struggled again and went mad.After repeating this for more than ten times, aiming at one place and stabbing it countless times, it is considered that the dagger has been inserted into the heart.

Gui Mao kicked the corpse to make sure it was correct, whistled to signal the end of the trial, and the mechanism at the stone gate sounded "click".

Almost at the same time, the door was pushed open, but fortunately it was heavy and slow, and Guimao was able to avoid hitting it.As soon as a gap was opened, a figure squeezed in and pulled him out.

The sunlight outside was really dazzling, Gui Mao had no choice but to close it tightly, but it was not enough, so he raised his hand to block it.After all, eyes are one of the most important means for him to survive, so he must not be careless.

"Guimao..." The person next to him saw that he was not moving, and was in a panic, touching him to check if he was injured.

"Bingxu?" Guimao recognized his voice.

Bingxu nodded quickly, but he didn't know that Guimao couldn't see at all.

Not only did he survive, but he was actually so much faster than himself.Gui Mao murmured in his heart, awed by him, and a little unwilling.

After getting used to it, Guimao slowly opened his eyes, and Bingxu's eager gaze met him, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't even worry about you, you are a fool, but you are worried about me."

While talking, he looked at it, and saw that the clothes on Bingxu were still intact, except for some wrinkles, there were no signs of being torn by wild animals, and they all avoided them. ..." Gui Mao was about to tease, but was stunned in the middle of the sentence.

Bingxu's clothes were intact, but his exposed hands were bloody and bloody, almost invisible.

Guimao's first reaction was to pick up Shimen. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but feel shocked: "You... today... didn't bring a weapon? Did you kill that bear with your bare hands?"

Bingxu didn't think there was anything wrong, he just nodded.

Gui Mao was speechless, deeply ashamed, and regretted, "I actually forgot such an important thing... I was negligent."

Before he could respond, he hurriedly and carefully returned to the resting place with his hands, and washed away the solidified stone chips and fur from the wound with clean water, some of which were deeply buried in the flesh and could only be pulled by force.

Gui Mao was terrified and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Bingxu didn't respond, his breathing didn't change, as if he didn't feel it.

Guimao had an ominous premonition, and touched him against his waist and back.Withdrawing his hand, it was indeed sticky and full of blood.

There was nothing unusual about the tight black clothes, but the wounds inside had all been opened.

"Are you really unconscious?" Gui Mao was a little annoyed, he was so injured, but he couldn't tell from the outside.After secretly deciding, he can only strip him naked every day and check it from beginning to end to be at ease.

Guimao packed him again, stuffed him back into the quilt, washed his hands in a basin of blood and asked, "Bingxu, what weapon did you use before?"

Bingxu thought for a while, then replied, "I don't remember."

Guimao: "..."

Having no choice, I went to rummage in the cabinet again.It's just that many of the deceased colleagues' weapons were also mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which ones belonged to him.Gui Mao asked him a few things, but he didn't have much impression.

Guimao looked at him sadly with his chin propped up, and went through it quickly in his mind: the poison was prepared with brains, but Bingxu must not have it.The hidden weapon is too aimed at the head, and the vegetables in Bingxu can't be clamped stably.The technique of the sword is too demanding, and it is not suitable.Bingxu is not suitable for Bingxu to take too much physical strength...

Thinking about it again, Bingxu can easily dodge all the attacks of the beasts, and the speed must be very fast.To be able to tear a bear with bare hands, the wrist and fingers must be strong.The combination of these two is a terrifying explosive power.

Gui Mao had an idea in his heart, patted his head, and said happily: "Yes."

He flipped through all the lottery chips in Bingxu and counted them, exactly twenty.I took all of them and handed them over to the officer in charge, and exchanged for a pair of finger blades.

The blade is usually hidden, and it looks like a normal leather glove.Guimao carefully put it on Bingxu's unhealed hands, and taught him how to retract and release the sharp blade.Although the blade is small, it is extremely sharp, light and fast, faster than all long swords, and is most suitable for assassination by shadow guards.

In order to train him to use it well, Guimao picked a bunch of wild fruits for him. After a few times, Bingxu was able to skillfully cut the peel of the fruit with the blade and hand it to him.

Gui Mao ate until his teeth became sore.

However, if he doesn't eat it, Bingxu won't cut one.

Bingxu has been taken care of by him for many days, so he is very happy to seize the opportunity to help Guimao now.

Guimao panicked, seeing his serious face, he could only cry and eat: I admit it, as long as you are happy.

"I really can't eat anymore, please forgive me." Gui Mao persisted for a while, and was defeated.

Bingxu nodded when he heard the words, and stopped cutting.Pulling his cuff to carefully wipe off the wild fruit juice on the sharp blade, he giggled foolishly.

"Why are you laughing? Do you like it so much?" Gui Mao seldom saw the expression on his face, and sighed, "You are so coaxing."

"I like it." Bingxu looked at him quietly, his dark eyes were shining brightly, and he repeated stutteringly, "Guimao, I like it."

Gui Mao stayed for a while, then came back to his senses and coughed in embarrassment: "Don't miss your words, it's easy to be misunderstood."

Bingxu looked at him blankly.

Gui Mao rubbed his hair and said with a smile: "You are a fool who doesn't remember anything. I'm afraid you won't know anyone in two years. How do you know what liking is?"